The Boy Next Door

Sunshine

AUSTIN'S P.O.V.

I wake up to the very familiar smell of eggs and bacon, I take another sniff, oh... Biscuts! YES!!! I look over to my side to see that Maddie is missing. Must have gone off to feed the kids or something... I smile at the reminder of her being all shy yesterday evening.

Mom must be cooking downstairs, so I get up and get dreesed in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, putting on my socks and Converse. I ran down the stairs, not being able to wait to munch away, but then I stop in my tracks.

It's not my mom cooking.

It's Maddie. Dressed in only one of my T-shirts. And only  my T-shirt. She has on her ear-buds, and is bouncing around the kitchen, mumbling the words to a song. My song.

"When I saw her, walkin' down the steet, she was so fine, I just had... to... speak..." She stops singing as she turns around to face me. I take her by the hand and dance around in circles, finishing the lyrics where she left off.

"I asked her name, but she turned away, as she walked, all that I could say was," Maddie starts giggling and shreiking, telling me to stop spinning her. So I turn around and gently place her back on the ground, and give her a good morning kiss.

I really thought she would pull away, but instead, she put down the stirring spoon she was holding and wrapped her arms around my neck. The feeling was amazing.

And I'm not talking sexual wise, I'm talking about the fact that she actually is trying, and she remembered my favorite spot to be touched by her.

Not exactly... I roll my eyes and pull Maddie closer.

MADDIE'S P.O.V.

He is a really great kisser now that I think about it, and I also remembered something. Austin just loves it when you wrap your arms around his neck, so I did, and his response was to pull me closer. My fingers drifted into his hair, and he groaned.

I thought that I hurt him, so I pull my hands out of his hair and stepped away from him, my body red all the way down to my toes. I looked down and turned around and went back to cooking breakfast.

"Good morning Maddie!" Mrs. Mahone said cheerfully as she bounced  down the stairs. I look back at her, my embrassment cooled down a bit, and I smile my dazziling smile.

"Good morning Mrs. Mahone." She looks at me strange, then nods her head like she just figured something out. She turns to Austin, who was leaning on the counter, giving me a quizical look.

My blush comes back a million times hotter than before."Is she still..." Austin nods his head grimly, conforming what ever they are talking about.

She gasps and comes over to me, all smiles and sunshine. She places her hand on my arm and looks me straight in the eye, her caring, soulful brown eyes bright.

"Call me Michele. Okay?" I nod my head slightly dazed. "So! What do you have cooking here Maddie?" Michele, ugh, it feels weird saying that, asks me.

I shake my head and smile. "Not much. Bacon, eggs, pancakes...." Austin's ears perk up. "And biscuts. You can never forget the biscuts." Austin states sternly. I jump back shocked, and all he does is smile. Michele just rolls her eyes and grabs three plates from the cupboard.

AUSTIN'S P.O.V.

I want to talk to her alone, I want to help her, I want to- God all I want to do is touch her.

Every time she turns around, that fantastic little bottom of hers is in my face, with only panties on underneth. How long has it been? A week or two? That's too long for me.

I wish that she would just remember it all. Like when you snap your fingers, and everything was the way it used to be. That's how it is everyday for me.

I love her. I love her. I love her. It has nothing to do with she's beautiful... Okay... Maybe, like, thirty percent why... But that's not the point! She is absolutely amazing.

When I got her knocked up, she did not leave me, when I almost killed, I repeat, KILLED her fucker Ex-boyfriend, she stopped me, and greatest of all, she would have gotten killed for me.

My job is to protect and love her at all times, even if we're not married, that's what it feels like. I want to wake up everyday next to her, her small frame sheilded in mine, I want to see her smile.

Just. For. Me.

So now, in order to get all of that back, that perfection that we had, I'm going to have to be that perfect, supportive boyfriend. The hearts and flowers guy.

Yeah... That's gonna be me...

I turn to get a fork, but Maddie was infront of me, trying to reach a cup. So of course, that damned T-shirt she has on went up, and my eyes traveled down.

She asked me if I could help her out, but, I got distracted again....